Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.